I once knew a little girl who's innocence was swept away by the violence she witnessed between her mom and dad.
It taught her many things.
like how to be scared
In grade school she met her best friend. That's when she began to feel a sudden sadness in her heart.
Ugly.
The word jumbled around in her head.
In the 6th grade she had a boyfriend, but she wasn't his first choice.
More like his last.
8th grade a boy liked her
For a day before he ended things.
In high school she began writing. writing about how if looks could kill, then no one would die.
Because she was ugly.
Is ugly.
I am ugly.
That little girl is me.
